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This still needs a little work (in my opinion). However, I
have a tendency to ruin that which I set out to fix.

The vampire saw her, she was alone again.

She was always alone... so much like him.

He watched her at night, wishing to know her.

He could've known all her thoughts & dreams if
he wished, but he didn't want to do that to her.

She was just a mortal.

A simple, frail, transient, beautiful mortal.

But he prefered to hear her voice.

The soft lilting... it touched him like no other.

He shook his head to clear his senses.

Daydreaming was such a MORTAL trait.

He hadn't been a mortal in over four millenia.

This MORTAL..... this.... woman, she
brought back all his former dreams & desires.

Such simple desires they were.

He had wanted a family, a beautiful wife &
children, to bring them home where they'd live
out their days in the vast lands he called home.

He was daydreaming again.

She began to move down the dimly lit street...
he couldn't help but follow.

He determined his only option was to meet her.

Slowly he walked behind her, waiting for his opportunity.

It was coming up fast.

"Look out!" he shouted as the car rushed
around the corner, nearly running her down.

He pulled her back just in time.

The pounding of her heart was met with the silence of
his own, the scent of her blood with his thirst for it.

He held her close for a time, balancing his vampire
thirst with his "human" desires.

"Are you hurt?" he finally asked, trying to avoid her eyes.

"No. No, I'm fine" came the trembling reply.

Timidly he offered to walk her home.

How "human" of him he thought.

She accpeted his kindness.

If his heart hadn't been silenced long ago, it
would've skipped a beat.

"I don't live to far from here" she told him, trying
to make SOME form of conversation.

He knew where she lived, but didn't dare say for he
knew it'd probably frighten her.

In actuallity, he lived in the crypt just across the street.

He had chosen it years ago when she had moved
into the neighborhood.

"Why do you laugh?" she asked.

He did laugh, didn't he?

Thinking quickly he replied "Nothing, I've lived here
for many years & have never seen you."

Oh, how he lied.

Inwardly he argued over this.

Would it be better to tell her he had been
stalking her from the beginning?

Or how he never had the courage to approach
her, to approach a mere human?

He kept telling himself how she WAS a mere
MORTAL... but what a mortal she was.

Many vampires had more experience than she in the art
of seduction, by hundreds, maybe thousands of years.

Yet THIS vampire was being brought to his knees by
the soft voice of a fragile human.

They reached her house all too soon for him.

Perhaps it was best.

He realized they had been speaking for three
hours, it was almost dawn.

"Thank you" she quietly lilted & gave him a kiss on the
cheek before disappearing behind the big victorian door.

Such a warm kiss from such soft lips.

It had been so long since he had felt such a thing.

As he stumbled back to his crypt in boyish bliss, he
remembered somewhere in the conversation
he had made plans for a date tomorrow night.

He gave a sigh as he lay down, reminding himself to
take things slow & control his blood lust.

He drifted just as the sun peaked over the little mountain ridge, content
to let the little mortal decide where they two would go.